Gosh, it seems like a million years since I last blogged! Only got chance today because I got up early to pack for VIENNA (woop woop) and finished much sooner than I’d anticipated!
A couple of days ago I had what might possibly be the longest day on record. Seriously, I think the timelords might have added an extra couple of hours into the day just to pish on us a lil bit.
Busy busy day as usual, and I spent a lot of it trying to get hold of the agent of a certain TV personality (one half of the golden couple who would be taking part in the shoot that evening) to find out if said star would be bringing his own clothes/costume to the shoot. (He’s a guy… they can do that, they don’t need sparkly dresses) Well, when I finally got hold of the agent he had no bloody clue either, and apparently this fabulous chap was so commited to his rehearsals that he didn’t even check his phone once to see the ten thousand missed calls and messages we’d left him between us. So, I had to take drastic, preventative action. I had to go and find a bloody costume myself.
Two expensive cabs rides (god I love expense accounts) and a lot of waiting around for ancient credit card readers to accept the company card, I staggered back to an inbox of 50 extra emails – all of which were obviously SO important that they had to be answered straight away and couldn’t possibly wait until I’d eaten a sandwich. I dragged myself away a couple of hours later to pick up £60 worth of Pret a Manger sandwiches (and brownies, yummmmmm) for the shoot that evening.
Then,I booked some cabs; one for me and my posse, one for star number one from his rehearsals, one for star number two from the home that they definitely do not share (oh yes, romance is only rumoured of course, what bollocks) to take us to the studio in the SCARIEST part of London I’ve ever been too. Are celebrities even ALLOWED that far east?!?!
Simple, I thought.
Oh no, star number one’s rehearsals ran late and they told me this five mins before his car was due… cue a hefty cancellation fee.
I rebooked a million cars (and cancelled some more) and we FINALLY got to the shoot and started shooting at 9pm. At night.
By this point I’d had a sandwich and was happier, and was greatly disappointed to find that a) I actually rather like both halves of the golden couple and had a nice chat over excessive amounts of black coffee, and b) the dress that I’d thought would have looked at home on a La Cage drag queen actually looked quite fabulous on the golden girl. Actually, this wasn’t so disappointing once I’d worked out I actually liked her.
We finished at 11.30. Geez. Good job those two are good at posing like love sick puppies. I collapsed in bed at 1 o’clock as the last stop in the final cab ride of the day, with the parting shots of my taxi driver in my head;
“You live here?” he’d said when I hopped out. “God, you couldn’t pay me to live here!”
Excuse me mister NORTH LONDON based taxi man, but just because I live in an artistically derelict part of town, that does not make it the Ghetto.
My house frickin rocks dude, now feck off back north of the river!
And there ended the longest day. The next one started with me at my desk for 8.30am. Despite the insanity, I am bloody loving my new job.
Right-O! One last check of Viennese luggage before I begin my day (with another frickin photoshoot… people are gonna think my new job is a photographers tea-girl or something… it’s not, btw.)